I wish my heart could unfold, as a map,
revealing all the regions forming thereFor I can find no way, in words, to tap
the oceans of my love, and lay them bare
But if you were to meet some mountain trail
Or lie in my heart's meadows with the dew
Or even from my salty shores set sail
You'd understand the love that's here for you
For of what soul can borders be defined?
What lexicon contains these continents?
No sentence spells the landscape of the mind
No phrase can form the earth it represents
Since words would never match my love's terrain
I'll let my heart's topography explain
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